Tiredness surrounded me, from the sour nasal passages, through my drooping arms, to the tips of my fingers as I type. I closed my eyes, accepting it. Purple, green, orange, and darkness. These are what I saw, blood vessels and nerves in the eyelids through the dim light, I believe.

I have never given up thinking that when we close our eyes, we are not blind, but looking at our eyelids.

When sight is blocked, only blurry colors are left, and other senses become hyper-sensitive. The grease on the keyboard, itchiness on the neck, cold and numb toes. Everything is so uncomfortable, but the discomforts absurdly created that comfort one experiences every day. We're all used to the little thorns in every second of our lives. It's like the itching of your knees after you scratch your neck, the pain of your back after you scratch your knees. Endless.

The air conditioning during summer is soothing yet annoying. I always get too cold when it is on, sneezing and trembling, but too hot when I can't bear the coldness and turn it off, sweating all over my body. I spend every day in summer turning on and off the air conditioner, not finding a comfortable solution. After experiencing the sweat confronted with the sneeze and numbness, I fall into the bed. Maybe there is no correct answer to this dilemma. Just like life. I’m only satisfied with the five minutes in between, when I turn it off and let the remaining coolness mediate with the coming heat. The future is foreseeably full of thorns, why shouldn’t I enjoy the short limbo?